Life Never Become A Habit

I'm A Writer First And A Woman After.

If Only One Could Tell True Love From False Love As One Can Tell Mushrooms From Toadstools.

As In The Physical World, So In The Spiritual World, Pain Does Not Last Forever.

What I Feel For You Can’t Be Conveyed In Phrasal Combinations; It Either Screams Out Loud Or Stays Painfully Silent But I Promise — It Beats Words. It Beats Worlds. I Promise

What Happiness It Is To Listen To Rain At Night; Joyful Relief, Ease; A Lapping-round And Hushing And Brooding Tenderness, All Are Mingled Together In The Sound Of The Fast-falling Rain. God, Looking Down Upon The Rainy Earth, Sees How Faint Are These Lights Shining In Little Windows, - How Easily Put Out.